Sonnet 86 and the true expert on it!

Sonnet 86

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
*Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence*,
As victors, of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence:
But when your countenance fill’d up his line,
Then lack’d I matter; that enfeebled mine.
—William Shakespeare

I have been fed with intelligence for over 20 years. The so called experts don’t understand this sonnet at all. The Cockney Bard can not only explain it so it is properly understood, but prove that what is written isn’t the figment of wild imagination. It is absolutely true!

#shakespeare #sonnets

 

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